Dylan's First Day of Preschool

Dyl had his first day of preschool today. He loved it, and is excited that his friend, Bentley is in his class. He loves recess, but his favorite part about school, is that he gets to skip his afternoon nap.

Sweet Little Dyl

Dylan is always trying to get me to give him "junk." He loves sugar, and soda, and is always bartering with me. This morning was no exception, so when I pulled into the Chevron to get a Diet Coke, this little exchange occurred:
Dyl, "I'll have a diet coke."
Me, laughing, "yeah right."
Dyl,"well, you shouldn't have sugar either."
Me, "Diet Coke doesn't have sugar."
Dyl, "Well, when I'm an a-dolt, I will buy me a Diet Coke and not you."
Me,"That's fine, I will still be an adult, and can buy myself a Diet Coke."
Dyl," Well, when you are old, I am not going to take care of you. I will put you in a bad home with strangers."
He is only 4, but I totally believe him. I need to seriously suck up to Dawson.

Things didn't get much better this afternoon. We have all liked renting this house across from the new Diner, and enjoyed the people watching. Dave and I were in the kitchen, mass producing BLT's for dinner, when Dawson came in to report that Dyl was out on the trampoline, yelling to the bikers', "Sweet hog, Dude!" and then turning around and pulling his pants down, to moon them. I am glad that Dave could keep a straight face, for the discipline, because it's not funny. "It's NOT funny, Linsey!"

"TIMBERRRRR!"

This morning, I should have known it was going to be a bad day, when I was assigned to the Khaki Pod at work.(Also known as the shit pod.)But it started out decent, as I had time to put my bag away, put on my nursey paraphernalia, and hit Starbucks, before any major drama started. I started out with only 2 patients, which was nice, and I checked my e-mail, and chatted with some co-workers for a bit, and then my radio went off, and a tech informed me he was putting a new patient in my pod. I checked the computer and saw that my new patient's chief complaint was a Priapism. For anyone not familiar with that term, it is a prolonged erection, requiring terrible things to make it better, i.e, needles, scalpels, surgery... Anyway, I followed the poor guy, and the tech into the room, and when the patient turned around, I introduced myself as the nurse that would be taking care of him today. A strange look came over his face, and he started to pat his genitalia, and then he said, "I think it is starting to go down." He stood there for a few more minutes patting himself, and then said, "Yep, I think I'm good." He practically skipped out of the ED. Then the tech started laughing, and he said, "you cured that guy, just by introducing yourself."
Talk about a blow to my ego.

Kindergarten

Last night was one of the longest nights I have ever had. Dawson started Kindergarten today and it was a strange experience for me. I have had a serious gut ache for the last 3 days, worrying about him going to school. I know it is ridiculous, and that he will be fine, but I still can't help the anxiety. This morning he was so excited and pumped to be going on the bus, and I was dry heaving as I helped him put on his backpack. I went over all the rules I could think of, and he was totally annoyed with me. "I KNOW, MOM!" He did come back and give me a big hug, before he boarded the Loser Cruiser, and yelled to me, "love ya, bye!"
After Dawson was gone, Dyl kept saying, "what do you think Daws is doing now?" Dylan is going to miss him.
We went to the skate park for awhile this morning, and Dylan was a wild man. He was really being a daredevil. We brought Emma's little Dora Rider, and she dragged it to the top of the ramp and pushed it down. That only pacified her one time. The next time she dragged it up, she boarded her little scooter and went flying down the ramp. It scared the crap out of both of us, but a few minutes later she did it again. By the time we were ready to leave, she was riding it backwards down the ramp. Dylan and I were just watching her and laughing.

Park Rats

You know there is always that "one" kid at the park. Usually he belongs to me.

Itty Bitty Dentist Wentist

It was time for our Semi-Annual dentist trip today. It is usually a pretty easy visit. The kids' dentist is really great with them, but he drives me crazy. He always talks in a weird little baby voice, that I try to tune out. The problem is that he talks in that same voice to me, and in third person, so I never know who he is talking to. I only realize that he has said something to me, when it gets really quiet, and then I have to say, "I can't understand a damn thing you are saying. I am almost 30 years old, so tell Dylan, and he can translate for me." Emma bit him pretty good though, when he stuck his finger in her mouth, and she only bit harder when he started to say ouch. I think that is the first time I realized he actually has a deep voice. At least we are cavity-free and don't have to go back for 6 months.

This is what all our spare time looks like these days. The boys are quite content to ride their trucks down the dirt piles, and Emma is happy on the tractor, or eating dirt. Dave works really hard on everything else, and I pout and use the hammer drill.
"They" say that it means more to you if you put your own sweat and tears into it. "They" can bite me. I would rather just pay to have it done.